Juicy Asian

My eyes fell on Hina Ito, a known rising star in the company, and more importantly for me, my type: a "Juicy Asian". She was born in Japan, but had moved abroad for her college degree, then she had taken an internship in our company three years ago.

After a year she had a permanent position.

After two she was in middle management with a six figure salary.

She was well trained, frequently using the company gym. She was regarded as a classy lady, leading her own personal clique of followers, all women. Charismatic, but keeping her distance to the flirty and aggressive men of the company, choosing to keep her distance. Though she had been keeping an eye one me lately.

The only lady that had any chance of isolating her from her clique and giving me a chance at her alone, was my mother. I pleaded with mom, but she did not relent until I turned my most puppy-like eyes to her, and she laughed: "Anything for my favourite man!"

I managed to get Hina alone, and I flirted with her, though she was icy at first, she soon melted under my unrelenting effort, wit and broad grin . She mocked my american machisimo, but also confided that many Japanese men disappointed her. The "herbivore men", giving up on life and ambition in general, particulary disgusted her. And American men with all brawn and no brain had also disappointed her. "No harmonic men left in the world." She sighed.

I went for a charm offensive, and we danced, her flowing blue dress billowing with our dance. Then we joked and laughed, in the beginning at high brow stuff, though I managed to get her to appreciate some crude joys of America.

At the end of the evening our tone was warm, and we ended up in a McDonalds, eating cheese burgers. She smiled at me and said this had been the most fun she had since her childhood. When we left the store and she was about to get a cab home I kissed her.

She was **** in the start, but soon relented and started kissing back.

Though she had admonished American men for being too agressive, soon I was on the defensive! I had lit her fire, and back at her place I am convinced she fucked me more than I fucked her.

We fucked against the wall. On the floor.

We fucked til our arms and knees bruised, my balls were deflated and her pussy was full of cum. We tried keeping a low profile at work, occasionally sneaking to my mother's office for meetings. Mom would let me and Hino take a quickie on her floor while she worked.

Hino was turned on of the idea of me and mom fucking and started a group chat with me and mom. She started sending lewd photos and nudes in it.

Finally you decided to go public. You became the Crown Prince and Princess of the company. Seemingly destined for great success together.

You did not forget your mother, and when you and Hito bought a new home you invited her to move in together with you.

Hito considered getting the Futa-treatment, but admitted that she prefered being a woman for her strong American Man. Your mother loved the life you had together, and while you all worked hard, you also partied and fucked hard in your off-time.

Life was good, I was the man of my new house, and head of my family. Soon the firm would follow.

It is good to be the king.

The end.